God, My Life is Messed Up
I wonder why I have to practically hid in my best friend's house for an hour so that my father won't be angry that I came from school early and didn't go to tutorial instead. I wonder why I feel more at home at my best friend's house than in my own house. I wonder why the instant I come home my dad's yelling at my mom. I wonder why things have to be like this every time my dad takes a day off from work. I wonder why I can't ever have a quiet place to do anything. I wonder why my father has to lose his temper all the time and constantly yell all the time. I wonder why that stupid arrogant bastard of a man has to pick a fight over the tiniest little things. I wonder why I can't even study properly in this goddamn house. I wonder why I can't ever feel at peace in this house when my father's in it. I wonder why I am still here even when that man drove me so insane I cut my arms in frustration in the past. I wonder why that stupid man can't ever admit he's wrong and when he's wrong he still insists he's right and even yells like everything's your fault. God, stop yelling. Shut the hell up. Let me be in peace. I want to get out of here so bad. I want to get away. Just one more year. Just one more year of continuous suffering. Just wait one more year. God, let me be in peace!